Everything is Not What it Seems-Newtmas AU

Chapter Thirty One

Teresa allowed Newt into her apartment, staying a careful step ahead of him. She kept looking back at him as he attempted to calm his shaking hands, feeling a pang of sorrow. She didn't understand how she could feel guilty for someone like Newt.

"Do you understand what position you've put Thomas in?" Teresa snapped at the witch. "You've broken him, Newt. He trusted you! I trusted you! Thomas-"

"My mother wants to hurt him," Newt interrupted, quieting Teresa. Her brows rose in question.

"Yeah, because you come from a family of witches," she sneered.

"Yes, I do, that dates back to five hundred years ago." Newt was sending her glares, feeling the amber circulate his iris'. "You don't know what she's capable of, Teresa. If you care about Thomas then you'll help me protect him."

"I don't trust you, Newt," Teresa said honestly, "not anymore." She paused, looking him up and down. "And I doubt you know what real pain feels like, considering you're the person who dishes it out."

"My mum killed my best friend!" Newt shouted, using his magic and years of bottled up pain to boost the sound. Teresa stood frozen, opening her mouth before closing it, unsure of what to say. "Eight years ago, my own mother murdered my only friend right before my eyes, so don't tell me I don't know what it feels like to hurt."

"Newt... I'm sorry. I didn't know-"

"And that's my point, Teresa. You don't know. I'm unashamedly in love with Thomas, and yet and you deceive me, and tell me I can't be broken as easily as a human can."

Newt had never spoken truer words. He never told anyone about Christopher-he never even let anyone say his name. Newt had a heart, only it was three times bigger than anyone else's. He knew how much Thomas loved Rosanna and he would do whatever it took to protect him.

"I need to speak to Thomas but he won't answer my calls or texts," Newt sighed. Teresa groaned loudly, perching herself against the kitchen counter. "Please, Teresa. Give me one last chance to prove to you that I can still be a good person. Give me one last chance to prove it to Thomas."

"Fine," she agreed, "but this doesn't mean I forgive you. You have a lot to prove to be on my good side again, Newt."

The drive to Thomas' apartment was long and awkward. Newt kept his eyes on the road ahead of him, gripping the steering wheel tighter than he should have. He could hear Teresa's heartbeat thumping in her chest, the blood in her body rushing, and he could feel the twist in her stomach when they rounded a corner.

"Why are you so nervous?" Newt asked.

"I'm not," she lied swiftly.

"Don't lie to me," he warned, his voice soft. "I can feel what you can. I can hear your heart."

"How?"

Newt shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know. It's an ability witches have. We have many, actually, but the ability to experience another's pain is one of the hardest to learn. You have to be bound to the person in some way."

He caught the glance Teresa threw him, one of curiosity and wonder. "What else can you do?"

"We can lift objects, break them, fix them...heat a fire, melt snow, bend steel if we have enough power. It varies, really. We have an aura around us, too, but you can't see it-only witches can." He left out the part about being able to harm another person with the touch of a hand.

"Is there anything you can't do?"

"Resolve issues with our parents." They both chuckled at Newt's response.